Page 13 of Hot Water

I glance down at my plate, think about it, and then take another big bite of my chicken. Once I chew it, I nod. “I’m done.”

“Good.” He reaches into his pocket and grabs his wallet. Without taking his eyes off me, he pulls out several large bills and tosses them down on the table, puts his wallet back in his pocket, and then climbs to his feet. “On your feet, mermaid. You’re coming with me.”

“Oh, am I under arrest, Sheriff?” I waggle my brows, unable to resist messing with him. I’ve never felt more at ease with anyone than I do with him. Being myself around him is effortless and easy. He isn’t judging me. He doesn’t expect perfection. He just wants me. I love how freeing that feels. I don’t have to fit in a box. I just get to be myself.

No one except my family has ever accepted me this completely. I love it so much.

“Maybe.” A ghost of a smile plays across his lips as I circle around the table toward him. He wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me up against his hard body. His lips land against my ear. “Keep fucking with me, and you’ll be spending the night jailed in my bed, paying for your crimes on my cock, baby.”

I moan quietly, heat roaring through me. If he were anyone else, I’d flee in the other direction. But I don’t want to run. I want every single piece of him, and I don’t want to wait. Maybe this is doomed to end when my vacation does. But for now—for this week—this man is mine. And I want to enjoy every single second I have with him.

“Then you better get me there fast, Sinclair,” I breathe against his throat. “Because your version of jail sounds like heaven to me.” I pause for effect, knowing I won’t have to spell it out for him when I say what I intend to say. “And I’ve never been to jail, Sinclair.”

He jerks against me, a growl rumbling in his chest as he instantly catches my meaning. “Fuck,” he groans, practically dragging me through the restaurant. “You’re going tonight, mermaid. All the fucking way.”

CHAPTER 5

SINCLAIR

I rush her gorgeous ass back to her bungalow. The second I kick the door closed behind us, I close my lips over hers and run my tongue along the seam of her pouty lips.

Her mouth falls open, and our tongues tangle as her sweet curves melt against me. My cock hardens as I drag her closer to my body. It’s like I can’t get close enough. I lift her in my arms and head toward the open bedroom door.

“Fuck. You’re goddamn perfect,” I whisper against her soft neck as I set her on her feet.

She pulls my face down to hers and nibbles on my bottom lip. “So are you.” She shocks the shit out of me when she reaches between us and closes her hand around my cock.

“I’m not going to be able to take things slow with you if you keep doing things like that, baby,” I groan as she gives my dick a little squeeze.

“Then don’t go slow,” she growls impatiently. "Do it faster."

My cock agrees with her. Unable to resist the temptation, I run my hand up her legs, dragging her summer dress up. When she doesn’t complain, I lift it over her head and toss it away. My goddamn dick is hard enough to pound nails into a two-by-four as I stare at her creamy perfection. Fuck. In just her light pink bra and matching panties, she’s too fucking perfect and all mine.

I tug on her lacy pink panties and growl, "I like these.” It’s nearly impossible to control the urge to rush.

"Good." Her mumble turns into a gasp when I tear the delicate material from her luscious body. “Hey. I thought you liked those.”

"I like them better now." I close both hands over her luscious ass cheeks and give them a squeeze. "I’ll buy you all the lacy panties if you let me rip them off you at night."

"I’ll buy stock in Victoria’s Secret," she whispers and widens her stance, giving me better access to her sweet pussy.

I slide one finger along her wet slit and touch my thumb to her clit, causing her to cry out my name as her pussy clenches around my finger.

“You’re too dressed.” She tugs at the front of my dress shirt, sending the buttons flying across the room.

“That was my favorite shirt,” I tease her while dragging the shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

“Oops, my bad.” She doesn’t look at all contrite. In fact, my little mermaid seems proud of herself as she tugs at my belt. I know my limits and absolutely don’t have the control left to let her continue undressing me. Stepping back, I rip away the rest of my clothes while her eyes follow my movements.

I reach behind her to unhook her bra and tug it away before closing my lips around one of her berry-pink nipples. She gasps my name when I nibble on it, and I suddenly want to hear her screaming my name more than anything in the world.

When I give her a little push, she drops back onto the bed. I slide to my knees next to her and spread her silky legs. I part her folds with two fingers and press my tongue into her wet opening. I have to count backward from a hundred when her taste flows through me. Fuck me. I’m instantly addicted for life.

I use my grip on her hips to drag her sweet ass closer to my mouth and devour her sweetness.

Her screams echo around the room as I lose myself in her taste.

“Please,” she whispers, dragging her fingers through my hair and using her hold to drag me closer.

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